Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking |
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... human ; angel , man : Beast , bird , fish , insect , what no eye can see , No glass can reach ; from Infinite to thee . From thee to nothing . On superior powers Were we to press , inferior might on ours ; Or in the fall creation leave ...
... human ; angel , man : Beast , bird , fish , insect , what no eye can see , No glass can reach ; from Infinite to thee . From thee to nothing . On superior powers Were we to press , inferior might on ours ; Or in the fall creation leave ...
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